Page 7 of The Dollmaker
“Nah, they kicked me off. Guess I’m just not good enough,” he states, and I shake my head.
“Trust me Walker. You are definitely good enough, but you will find another team when you go to college. These guys will never make it. They are just jealous,” I tell him, and a smile spreads across his face.
“I know. I just didn't want to seem like a dick. I know your friends with some of th–” I don’t let him finish that sentence.
“Not anymore,” I spit, and he grins even wider.
“Good, maybe we can hangout soo–” he goes to say, but my attention breaks off to the commotion to my left. A crowd is circling around the tables, and that’s when I see a flash of long black hair blowing around as everyone yells “Fight, fight, fight!” Immediately, I jog over, yeeting people out of my way as I see Sav, wrapping Tatum's hair around her fist, bringing her face down to her knee as she lifts. Tatum's face collides with Savannah's knee as the crunch of her broken nose echoes through the cafeteria. Savannah doesn’t say a word, she just sends blow after blow to Tatum’s face, chest and stomach. I let this go on for a few seconds. My girl deserves to get her lick back. She deserves to hurt Tatum for what she did. Tatum's screams and the crowd's cheers fill the air as blood splatters across the floor. But what has my feet moving fast is Savannah on top of her, slamming Tatum's head against the floor.
“You better get your girl, Deveroux, before I do!” Jeremy threatens, and I growl.
“Yea, Deveroux before I take her into the locker room and give her a go.” Larry laughs, high fiving Fabian. Ignoring themI grab Sav.
“That’s enough, Sav. You made your point, baby,” I growl into her ear as I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her up from the floor and carrying her out of the cafeteria. She thrashes in my arms, but I keep whispering into her ear.
“I got you, baby. You’re safe. Calm down.” I kiss her neck as she takes a deep breath. “You did good, Sav. I’m so proud of you, but it’s time to go. Can I take you home and make you feel better?” I ask, and her head whips around to look at me the best she can. I laugh, placing her onto her feet, but she turns andjumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
“What does that say about me, Tripp? That I kicked the bitch's ass and now I want you inside me?” She smiles, and I shake my head, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“That makes you perfect, baby,” I tell her.
After that, we went home, and I fucked her all over the house. Every day, I show her how much I love her and how a woman should be treated.
We decided to finish the school year doing online classes and have received our diplomas. never having to step foot on Wisteria high school grounds again. But it doesn’t matter how much we stay away from those pricks, they still haunt us daily. Especially since we all live on the same fucking street—Lull Lane. Except we have our own space at the end of the cul-de-sac.
Ever since that night, it's been a ghost town. No one even gets close to our house. I really don’t understand, but I heard the rumors. Miss Nancy from down the block is always in everyone’s business. One day her nosey ass is going to pay the piper or I’m going to shove it in the dog shit her little Betsy loves to leave just outside my gates. It’s crazy how a story gets twisted and now they all think we are actually blood related, which is untrue. They will say anything to make us look bad. Make us be the center of it all when it’s them that should be suffering. I suggested we put the house up for sale and just move to where we can be happy, but she refuses to leave. She wants to create these dolls and send them off. I think she might be a little delusional, but I’ll never leave her side. She’s always been clairvoyant, but I didn't think she could predict the future. I will be wherever she wants us to be. I go where she goes, even if that means we stay right here in this big old house growing old together. I just want her to find happiness again.
It's Fourth of July weekend and Savannah sent me to the store to buy something for us to grill and to get dessert. Getting out of the car, I walk into the grocery store a couple of towns over. Walking down the aisles, I grab buns for burgers, steak, and fresh strawberries. Looking down at my list and not paying any attention to where the hell I’m going, I accidentally slam my cart into another. My eyes lift and I go to apologize, but the moment I see who it is, I snarl.
“Fancy seeing you here, Deveroux.” Larry grins. I growl but keep walking. “Such a shame you have to shop two towns over all because you’re a sister fucker!” He laughs. I ignore him and head to the checkout line.
After paying for my groceries, I sit in my car and wait for Larry to exit the store, praying he is alone. Twenty minutes go by when he finally exits, walking to his piece of shit car. The sun has officially set as I follow him out of the parking lot and onto the long stretch of cornfields, heading back to Warren. This piece of shit isn’t making it home tonight.Fuck it.
Speeding up, I drive beside him, getting close to his little Honda. He yells, losing control of his car and swerves into acornfield. Putting my brights on, I pull up right behind him and get out of my car. Walking over to his side, I see his forehead is bleeding, and I open the driver's side door, ripping him out of the car and throwing him on the dirt ground.
“Come on, Tripp. You aren’t going to hurt me,” he says nervously as he tries to scoot backwards on his hands, and I smirk.
“Wanna bet,” I say, lifting my foot and smashing it against his face. His head bounces off the ground as I continue to stomp in his skull. His body convulses with every kick to the face. But I won't stop. I don’t let up as brain matter and skull fragments spray up my legs and against the corn stalks. Finally, once I feel there’s nothing left of him except mush and teeth, I walk over tohis car and shut off the engine and lights. I pop the trunk and see if he has anything useful in it, and bingo, a backpack with medical supplies in it, a metal bat, and a saw. I grin, taking the bag and the saw then shutting the trunk.I hope Savannah likes wieners and fat steaks because when I get home I’m grilling up this mother fucker!
After loading his headless body into the trunk of my car, I head home, calling Savannah to meet me in the basement. Pulling through the metal gates and around the fountain to the back of the house, I reverse my SUV towards the basement steps. Shutting off the car and climbing out I press the button for the trunk and it pops open. Hearing the basement door open followed by a gasp, I turn to look at her.
“Push the metal table towards the door,” I tell her, and she walks back down the steps and into the house. Grabbing Larry from my trunk, I haul him over my shoulder and carry him down the concrete steps and slam him onto the table.
“Um, who is this?” she asks, and I smile.
“Larry. Help me cut him up and let’s have dinner,” I say, and she raises a brow.
“Where did you find him?” she asks, and I take a deep breath.
“Ran into him at the grocery store. He ran his mouth so I shut it for him,” I tell her, and she laughs.
“I see that,” she says, grabbing the tools we need.
Two hours later, I take a long sip of my beer as I finish grilling Larry and our burgers. Sav sets the table outside under the fairy lights as she sips on a bloody mary-replacing the tomato juice for Larry’s blood. Placing the meats on a tray, I shut off the grill and walk over to the table.
“A burger and Larry for my soulmate.” I smile, plating her food then doing the same for myself. She puts salad on both of our plates, and we sit down next to one another. I slice into Larry bringing a piece of him to my lips.
“Cheers, baby,” I say to her and she smiles, taking my bite.
